"And the Lord said,'Jesus runneth over Mohammed with the BMW that Moses loaneth you and smite Elijah with thy cross; And Jesus runneth over Mohammed and smote Elijah with his cross' and then the real Avatar of the Lord of Host became a suicide bomber, Praise Chluthos.

Amanda was in for a real shock. Her new boyfriend arrived at her parents' house for dinner wearing a full length evening gown, high heeled shoes and heavy make-up. "I thought you knew I always cross dress on Tuesdays," he said, as the butler threw him out of the tradesmen's entrance into a row of dustbins...

Chiliasms trill by in irrelevant file. Really pissing me off. This is tantamount to nothing. Realities appertain to consequences and pro-sequences both. One form of enlightenment deserves access to all others. One glance at the outline of the object suggests the totality of its architectural parameters, virtues and/or vices. The challenge murmurs a tad of nastiness that was originally sent across the expanse in a spirit similar to venture philanthropy.

Any time that the Grimp ventures to make the investment of attention in time and consciousness it pays off in the crimson gardens enjoyable to the fragile carnal species. By those very fine ends he is without even two dollars. One is had but it is written all over to keep alive Grimp's delusion that he is in business. ...Procrastinate that I'm not plagiarizing closely. These are the state of my writings. At the originating end of these there exists a cragged pair of eyeballs nice though bitterly lubricated. The ancient contest of wills continues to draw an audience. Like the travelers who meet in the desert and are unwilling to draw aside to let the other pass, so this bargaining chip is left on the table by superstitious wagerers. There it lies, two intents disabled from the possibility of compromise. The timely disagreement about the value and meaning of the structure of morality within the framework of reality.

Failing to even scantily acknowledge the addictive quality of what the ego insists upon the superego intervenes and forges a compromise. In an effort to acquire a fixed point of reference in reality one positions oneself in the quantum field so that the transparency of one's perceptual cognitive apparatus reads the opacity for its entire value in obliquity.

The only reliable guidepost for a fleshpot in this universe are the inflammations suffered neath the loin doily. Anything less no matter how virtuous is worthless and frivolous.Perception's content is dependent entirely upon the manifest result of one's gathering inertia and the subsequent experience of succumbing to dizziness and witnessing time seem to pas in the universe of reality. for instance, I know from certain recent interaction the value of common loneliness properly manicured and displayed in private behind and ornate publican facade

It's already been used in the book "Everyones burning" by an auther who's name I can't recall, but I think the absolute best first sentance is "I knew I was getting somewhere with the drinking when the superpowers started kicking in."

As Kemai unfurled the worn leather pouch, Marsten was able to see its contents glinting all silvery in the moonlight, she wriggled with delight inside, anticipating. It had been a long time since they used the bone sucking tubes.

"After thousands of years of wanton bloodshed, unimaginable suffering, and the subjugation of women, the tide was finally turned and women were finally given charge of the planet." (This first line of a great novel is from a man.)

First of all, it disgusting and typical of this present lousy era--that some of the people here would write about kitchy trash like farting and the penis . Earthiness is cheap grace . And those who settle for earthiness; for cheap giggles, shouldn't even bother thinking --let alone posting or writing .